Lately my dreams have been self-contained worlds. My head does worldbuilding in my sleep that I could only dream of doing while I’m awake. I don’t realize until I’m up in the morning that it was a dream at all, that’s how complete the fantasies are. I’m not me, I’m someone else, living a life on another planet or in another universe where there’s magic or psychic powers or highly advance androids or a combination of the three. And I don’t question it even once until I wake up and I’m just Kiji again.
I haven’t had very elaborate good dreams for a very long time. Insomnia made them difficult. But now? Now I’m sleeping regularly and the nightmares are infrequent. I’m dreaming again, and I’m happier for it.